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"There's nothing like the sound of pained wails." Hoso sighed to herself, stroking her reddened, flushed cheeks with her bloodied hand, leaving a trail behind her as she proceeded to slowly drag her fingers across her lips, parting them to lap up the crimson, sweet liquid with the flick of her forked tongue.

Her piercing cerulean gaze focused on the now dissolving figure of a Hollow, pupils narrowing as her prey disappeared from her sight. Reikonshoumetsu dripped of blood, leaving a trail of droplets upon the earth as the porcelain, raven-haired female sauntered towards the scent of another Hollow. Her feet carrying her gracefully, on their balls, creating the image that Hoso seemed to be floating in an ethereal matter; her hips swaying with each step.

"Yes... More..." The Anenokouji woman hissed through her teeth, eyes icily staring at a Hollow in the distance. Holding Reikonshoumetsu by its long hilt, she dragged the tip of the blade against the ground with a subtle "clank," as it collided with the debris laden ground beneath her. She was famished.

Continuing her brazen, graceful stroll towards the Hollow, her eyes glistened out of sheer hunger. She ached to watch it bleed, to listen to it howl as she shattered its mask slowly, piece by piece in order to prolong her pleasure; her ultimate fantasy, as she technically isn't permitted to kill humans. Nonetheless, she still thirsts for their blood; because to Hoso, it's one hell of a drug. A drug she will never get enough of...

In an instant, Hoso began to charge at the nearing Hollow, traveling quickly her on toes. The size of this Hollow was considerable, but this didn't daunt the girl. Steadying her right hand, she ran between the legs of the Hollow, quickly switching her grip on her nihonto, in order to slice both legs simultaneously; blood beginning to rain atop her curvaceous figure, coating her in the sticky substance. As it dripped down her face, she extended her forked tongue once more, savoring the taste.

"This one is sweet," she spoke, her voice crackling beneath the wail of the behemoth, before she began to run her hands along her sides, over her hips; her pleasure then beginning to manifest itself physically as she continued to speak, her voice rising to nearly a yell, "More... I need more... More, more, more....."

Pain and misery, was there a sweeter sound in this world other than the noise of one who was on the brink of ending it all? Or the brink of being ended to rejoin the soul cycle? No, there was nothing sweeter than that scream for the demoness who had materialized through a portal from her home in the black world. There was nothing that made her more content than these screams; because it showed the depravity of this world and all that existed in it. Lamenting like madmen, wailing in their final moments and death throws. Every being reacted differently, every entity feared it for a different reason, as many beings feared death as those who could be considered irrational in a sense. Thats what made it fun, death was a concept that could break so many, and this girl had heard these wails thousands, if not millions of times. The roar of battle, the cry of despair, the wail that came when at the very last moment, that being knew, there would be no salvation this time, it was only oblivion that awaited, they would never see this world again as they were, and they would never live to tell others what happened next.

Oh. . yes. . .this was shaping up to be a swell day! Or so the likes of demonica thought as she landed in the gruesome town, She didn’t mind the stench of humans who had been turned into a snack, with their half-eaten bodies riddling this town. It was a sight all to easily seen now that the black world was increasing the mania in the human realm. Individuals would be eaten, due to their insanity they would not react as they should, and then they would end up dead. Towns ending up erased in places that had no protection to speak of, turning into food for these beings, and this? This place was one of those towns which had been destroyed by hollows simply because their inhabitants hadn’t reacted in time to save themselves or anyone else, and yet. . . Another being was here, and by the wails she could guess what their intentions had been. Hunting, hunting for the creatures that had been killing all this time, yes that made sense, or rather she could understand that sentiment however it didn’t mean she was going to let this continue, no the demon wanted to have some fun of her own.

Hence why as she vanished her bare feet shattering the earth with each passing step she had streaked by buildings shattering windows before she had appeared infront of the hollow and the girl. Now what would happen? That was simply in the moment that the girl made contact and chopped the hollows legs off, the hollows body which had been brushed by demonica’s had. . quite simply. . turned into a red mist, having been shredded to the point that it exploded into this fine mist that had blown away as the wind seemed to billow past, causing the demon’s hood to billow, her pointed teeth showing as she grinned at the girl and she asked in a voice that was quite. . Bemused, but also chilled, a voice of a killer, a voice of someone who for whatever reason; quite simply didn’t give a damned for morals, for life, for anything other than the appetizing sound of a body being shredded or the screams of agony from those who knew they would die, quite simply she had been in a place much more . . insane than this in the black world and this girl, through her actions she had seen something similar. A spark that matched her own personality lurking within this insane girls soul, hence as she reached forward and her energy expanded her voice rang true.

”..Do you . . Enjoy maddness, pain and suffering? Are you one who craves the screams of those who die and the taste of their blood?”

It might sound crazy but as her hellish energy manifested, billowing out to a level that while it wouldn’t be too high to comprehend it would be getting there, he expression hidden within the shadow of her hood as she stood there, wondering would this girl attack her? Or would she chat with the demon, and learn more about a world where people like her flourished, were she wouldn’t be ridiculed for her insanity and instead would be embraced. It was a question she extended, and one she now waited. . . waited for its reply.

Hoso's head pivoted atop her neck, spinning nearly 300 degrees to crane herself, gazing at this new female; her eyes glazing over as she merely began to laugh, "Hehehehehe...." Her neck eliciting a "crack," like sound as she tilted her head to the side, a gesture of askance, before she verbally responded.

Breaking through her laughter, she spoke, "And what if I did? Who are you going to tell? The Soul Society?" Her laughter intensified, causing the woman's eyes to water from crying, like it was the best joke Anenokouji Hoso had ever heard.

Quieting after a few moments, she spoke again, "I'm one of the most notorious criminal Shinigami in the history of the Soul Society. Of course, my love lies with those five things." Hoso over-enunciated over the last bit, her tone taking one of finality as she did; her curious gaze still fixated upon the other female.

The demon seemed to pause for a second, for a second that energy that could be felt around her dissipated to nothing. She let her hand cover her face even more because the hood was also obstructing her eyes. It was a moment now, a moment of pure silence that was punctuated by Nothing. It was hard, the tension that could be akin to the blade of a knife was balanced there, getting tighter and tighter, being cut by that knife as eventually the frown that was resting on her plump lips twitched once. Twice, then three times before it spread into a smile that showed all her teeth, her vampiric looking canines and how white her teeth where, yet it would part as from her lips the beginnings of a demented laugh could be felt! Oh yes she Laughed! Her laughter seemed to rise, and rise starting out slow, it would for now be but a broken chuckle that only matched a faint rumbling in the ground as she continued, because this girl thought she was some notorious criminal. . . Maybe by the soul society’s standards from time alone she might. However she knew nothing about calamit, about forces that had been strong enough to become natural disasters while walking around.

”..He . . Hehehehehe..”

Her soft giggles seemed to get her off, her face was beginning to redden, and her tongue stuck out a tiny bit of pink to lick her own palm, even now that soft rumble seemed to grow even more, the laughter rising just a bit as she seemed to think about how the individual thought. . she was . . . going. . . to. . . take. . .her. . . to . . . the . . .soul . . society! If she did such a thing the soul society would KILL. her or try too. She was a being that at many times had been hated even by her own organization! Hell at one point her own kind had put a 100,000,000bounty on her! It was amusing to be honest because of what was going on, it was rather stupid, and yet that was what made it so great, what caused the demoness to feel . .the buds of lunacy sewn in her mind by the black world to open just a tad, causing the girls expression to become a tad spacey for a moment, just thinking about everything how this town was emptied by the very forces that the goodies tried to combat! Everyone had a moral compass it seemed, and yet in demonica’s eyes such things could go to hell! She couldn’t give a rats ass about them, and that was why as she felt it that integral SNAP coming on she shivered her knees knocking together and her body fidgeting.

Then? The demoness looked at this girl between a slit of her fingers, that lone pupil slitted, slitted like a cat, with a glow of madness behind it. She didn’t know how to quantify this feeling, how to put it into understandable terms. Instead she simply parted her mouth and her body began to look like it was vibrating thats how bad she was shaking with her laughter , her other hand wrapped firmly around her side as tears began to move down her face. Yes tears like blackened sludge stained her face as she continued to laugh, these tears hitting the ground and creating holes because of the amount of nuclear energy she simply housed within her at any given point in time. Oh yes this was fun, FUNNY and intriguing. This being didn’t know much about the world, didn’t know much about anything did she? This naive thought made her laugh so hard that she was Crying Something that had most likely never happened before as far as she knew she had never cried in her life, she had fought and beaten people to a pulp but never cried. Hence why as her laughter grew until the buildings shook cracks forming from her amplified voice she had simply well.

She had let her back arch as she let the hand covering her face grip and pull her hood down, yanking on it multiple timers, her knee’s bowed together as she seemed to hunch over as if she was in pain, this amusement! OH MY GOD! How amused was she ! She couldn’t understand it, she couldn’t contain it, she wanted this one yes! She would take this one for her own and she would enjoy it! This one, this one needed to have a taste of the madness of the world that she herself called home! Yet for now as the laughter increased and demonica seemed to totter back into a wall, slamming into it with enough force that the entire building, a skyscraper over a thousand feet fall, came down ontop of her, shattering, crashing and drowning out her laughter with the sound of twisted metal and the roar of rubble and the shriek of shattering glass, only then as the dust cloud went out would quiet happen for a moment, everything being brought back to the calm tranquility of what people considered to be “normal”. Atleast for the moment before the rumbling began.

Then the rubble seemed to vibrate, something leaking out from beneath it, something that grew further and further until the ground finally burst shattering everything within a set radius around them both before pressure that increased to the point that ground shattered, or rather it Vaporized Would be a more apt term for it. The very demonic pressure that ripped outwards would take out a quarter mile erasing buildings from the map, hollows would be vaporized in the steam that followed and the female? She stared forward at the other girl her head cocked to the side, a mask of contempt covering her face which would morph into a snarl of a grin, showing all of her teeth as she had vanished and appeared floating upside down her face inches from the other girl her slitted eyes taking in the psychotic girls appearance as all she had to say was . . .Well

”..Boo~”

This would leave her lips before she seemed to poke the female on the nose with enough force to send her careening back into a wall, but not enough force to seriously hurt her, because the demon didn’t find amusement in breaking the new individual she had found. No it was something different she wanted to show the girl what it meant to have power and hence why as the demon cackled in glee she raised her hand and allowed nuclear energy to flow from the tip of her extended fingers, all of it increasing until it got to the size of a fist and then? Well then the demon would throw that blast causing it to arc and slam into the ground a mile away, and the effects? Well a pillar of raw energy would expand into the sky, the mushroom cloud being blown away by raw energy before the demon cackled even more and then seemed to allow her back to bend over and her hood to fall back to expose the blond hair that just fell away, her widen slitted eyes taking in the other females appearance before she said in a slow tone.

”..Why would i report you. I am here to whisk you away to where you belong.”

"Boo? That's all you have? Boo? BOO?? BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?!" Hoso blinked, her cerulean gaze capturing the blonde female in a paralytic state; a loud roar rumbling from within the bowels of her throat, straining her vocal chords as she did so. In the blink of an eye, the raven-haired Shinigami began to dash at the other female. Her speed visually causing her to disappear and reappear in a strobe like fashion. The only thing that remained a constant variable was the sound of her Zanpakutō's blade colliding with rubble as she moved towards the blonde.

Suddenly, her image ceased as quickly as it had appeared. Hoso fell silent; all traces of her seeming to be mute. And then it happened. The girl reappeared behind the blonde, blade in hand, surrounded by a horde of 6 Hollows. All of which were raining blood upon her feminine curves as they began to dissolve. Hoso's yukata was torn to pieces. The shredded silken fabric clinging to her form lifelessly by all of the crimson, sickly sweet liquid.

She grinned, her pearly white teeth sparkling beneath her mask of sanguine fluid, and as the expression rose upon her face, Hoso let out the most pleasured of cries. "I'll go with you. To this paradise of more; more the Soul Society could never give me." Hoso's words dripped like venom from her tongue, with each word stroked by a purr.

Crimson sheets painted the ground with gruesome art, demonica watched as the woman had sprinted striking through the rubble, and eventually just merely vanished. Sure she had many things that ran through her mind at the moment however this one? This instance was beyond amusing for her this girl had gone somewhere but where was the question? The demoness pondered this for a moment before her prayers had been answered quite bluntly with the reappearance of the female who for now wore a cloak of fluids, the blood dripping down a battered kimono which of course , well if she was to be one of the beings that the demoness brought back there would be a few things that would need to be. .Taken Care Of. Hence as the demoness had reached out momentarily vanishing before she had cupped the insane womans jaw, a action to most that would be quite similar to one of passion in most instances but for this one it was anything but Passionate. It was appraising, as if she was seeing what she had to work with, what kind of clay she would have to shape to bring into a world that was already damned and insane, and because of it? She felt her grin which began to split across her face as she thought about all the fun she could have with this one.

This one who had asked for more when many would not, had enjoyed and wore blood like a lovely suit of armor while many people would shy away from such macabre actions such as the one she just witnessed. Hence first? The demoness had released the females jaw with a cluck from her tongue striking the roof of her mouth. Then? She would have begun to shrug off the shirt she wore underneath the cloak which sadly at this point had been vaporized when she had released her energy to extract herself from the rubble. Hence the demoness would only be with a black-laced bra that accentuated her supple and subtle chest. Then? The likes of demonica tossed the shirt to the female, Letting it land on her face as the demoness crossed her arms over one another at her torso, causing her assets to become a tad more visible as she said in an exasperated tone.

”..First put some clothes on, if i am to take you to this place it won’t be in the nude or with the . . . minimalist attire you are currently wearing.”

The shirt would be saturated with demonica’s own scent, and radiated demonic miasma from being on her person for so long however that wouldn’t be the only thing, as the demoness had exhaled and manipulated her body to a point that her anatomy would change, becoming more uni-sexed to make up for the problem of not having a shirt on for the time being. Her curvy chest receeding into ambigous flat-chestedness, as if there was no set gender for her at this point. Her expression remaining bemused as she gazed upon the girl and tapped her fingers against her elbow. She wished for the girl to put the shirt on, given for now that would be the first step to getting this show on the road, and because this was such an important thing for the demoness she would say in a slow tone waiting for the girl to understand something.

”Where i am taking you is not weak like here, the hollows may just as well be stronger than you and you would Die if you are not weary of it. . however.. “

The demon however seemed to find this all to be . . .amusing. Ruffling the females hair on her head for the moment as if she had met a child that she might even consider to be her own kin. Yet the problem was there was a vast difference in age, demonica being roughly in her 20’s while this girl was most likely much older, yet that didn’t matter as the demoness sat against the ground and awaited the girl to use the long sleeved shirt to get dressed, a soft sigh leaving her lips as her chin rested upon her palm and she glanced out at the distance, giving the female some privacy as she had changed.

The female stared at the shirt, watching the blonde's form shift before her. Shrugging her left shoulder, Hoso pulled the shirt over her head, letting it drape over her form like a cascading waterfall, hugging her curvaceous figure. Lowering her hand to the hem of the shirt, she then raised it, to wipe the blood from her face, trying to make herself "presentable," for whatever that was ahead.

Once she had done this, the Anenokouji woman's toothy grin slackened, becoming a subdued smirk. Beginning to speak, Hoso gained some of her composure back stating, "You don't look very old. Maybe late teens. Early twenties? And no need for the privacy. We're both women. The name's Hoso. Hoso Anenokouji. I was born in the Shoji era. Over 1,000 years ago." A look of curiosity rose upon her porcelain, blood-stained face. She parted her lips, her forked tongue protruding from within the depths of her mouth, extending to graze against the corners of her mouth, and then eventually her upper lip, to lap up any trace amounts of the dried crimson liquid; a sigh eliciting from betwixt her lips now as she savored the taste of her favorite fluid. "I can be reasonable," she concluded, though her glimmer of insanity was always directly beneath the surface, lying in wait of when she no longer had to conform; in wait of when it could be unleashed once more; for it was her natural state.

She was a creature born of madness. She thrived in it. And she'll continue to do so, with pleasure.

”..Yet i’ve probably experienced things that could make you but a child.”

That was demonica’s response with a subtle grin that would eventually spread as the laughter returned, roaring untamable laughter that was coupled with her body flailing on the rock, holding her stomach as she rolled around at the very thought of this girl being the elder of the two. Not because she didn’t believe it however! It was for a much simpler reason; even if this girl was the elder there was a gap in power that was so immensly different that it would become nearly impossible for the female to overcome the gap and still it didn’t make the female any less wanting of this insane being, now this wasn’t in a sexual manner because the demoness in terms of sexuality had the capacity of a grade Schooler. She had no need for sex, thoughts about it or anything of the sort this was an entirely different kind of wanting, one that caused the demoness to grasp her own hand and broke it at the wrist, causing the tibius and ulna to stick out from the skin, blood flowing freely as what she did would have been quite simple, the female first would have with her fingers sketched a seal upon the top of her wrist, then? Well first she had encoated her entire body in akuma kyodo so that the female wouldn’t be able to die from her touch.

Then the likes of the black king grasped the back of the females head and pulled her mouth and head downwards. Down to press firmly on the broken skin which continued to ooze blood, blood the color of blackened sludge that would continue to sizzle, burn and even caused the ground to burn apart, yes her blood was acidic to the point that on the PH scale it would be 0. It was strong enough from the nuclear radiation flowing in her body at any point in time, to melt steel, earth, stone, brick, anything virtually could be melted however that wasn’t really the fun part here. The fun part would be the amount of energy that pumped through her veins given her entire body was linked with her immense reserves which stood to argue that her life-blood would be heavily saturated to the point that through drinking it there would be many benificial effects. Such as once the female began to gulp it down they might begin to see themselves becoming immensely stronger, they would feel themselves being able to push through and break into the next level of power and grow stronger from it.

Other improvements that could be seen as the demoness had steady pressure on the back of the girls head would he in her durability potentially because the demon energy in her blood intermingling with the body caused it to be able to combat this powerful poison, meaning that the body would have to have gotten gradually tougher given if it didn’t the only other outcome would be the blood would literally hollow her out from the inside, eventually being able to eat her skin too and turn her into nothing but a puddle of sludge that would be the blood that was originally within. So yes, this was something interesting, for this demoness didn’t hand out acts of charity, not often and not without good reason. This of course however was definitely a good reason, she wanted to make the female stronger, strong enough that she would be able to combat the place that demonica was taking her too, hence why as demonica chuckled all she said was.

”..Drink, and do your best not to die, you are going to feel pain like you’ve never imagined, a pain similar to being burned alive from the inside, and you probably will hope you were dead but you will get stronger from it, it’s just . . a matter of pushing through that pain and learning from it~ Maybe ill even let you be the elder sister if you live, if not . . well i will find other uses for your corpse~”

With the niceties out of the way demonica watched to see just how this girl would take her toxic blood, with all that power flowing through it, would she stay sane, would she scream and thrash in pain, or would she enjoy it and embrace insanity even further to become even stronger?

Hoso's body began to writhe; she felt surges of power reverberating throughout her entire body. Eagerly, she clamped down onto the wrist of the demoness, with her teeth, gently coaxing more of the liquid into her mouth and throat. It was like the sweetest sake, with a heat that seared at her throat; smooth, but not too smooth. It had the right amount of grit.

She wasn't pained, not in the slightest. Her knowledge of kaido calmed whatever fears she had moments before. So, the raven-haired woman succumbed to the heady cocktail that was the demoness' blood. The ends of her inky tresses began to rise, as if they had been attached to strings of an invisible puppeteer; and her spiritual essence began to crackle, ribbons of her Reiatsu now spreading from her bosom. They were deep crimson. And smooth like velvet.

'It's happening: it's happening.....' Hoso thought as every synapse in her brain began to fire at one-hundred percent of their capacity. The ribbons of her spiritual essence began to take a shape, merging into one, very large, entity. This entity had scales, as black as night during a lunar eclipse. For every black scale, there were two of shimmering silver. Genuine silver; elemental silver. This serpentine figure opened its mouth, baring its black-stained fangs, dripping with their potent virulence.

Outstretching her hand, the Anenokouji woman traced the scales of the large snake with her fingertips, slowly, as if it were in a seductive manner.

Imbued with this new power, Hoso released the Demoness' wrist from within her teeth, lapping up the excess blood as she had stopped the bleeding; having had her fill of the delicious, sludge-like liquid, that was still slipping down her throat in all its fury. She felt it take ahold of her, and she welcomed it with open arms.

She opened her eyes, seconds after the release of the Demoness' arm; and the eyes of the serpent opened as well, in total sync with that of Hoso. She parted her lips, and spoke, the serpent reiterating what she said, word for word, in a warped tone: "Puncture, Reikonshoumetsu."